I started to read this book, but the new age spiritualist 'religion' lost me; asking and thanking plant food. Do you mind if I eat you. No problem, go ahead and eat me. If there is no survival reason for the plant to be eaten, such as spreading seeds in faeces, it would be against its survival, so a plant is more likely to scream (if it could) than agree to be eaten. If the leaves were eaten for instance there would be less chlorophyll to absorb energy from light, so why would a plant be oh-so-happy to let its potential be reduced. Some plants produce more of an unappealing chemical when exposed to the vibrations caused by caterpillars chewing for instance, so in nature they are not keen on being eaten.
I stopped reading when a group of real and imaginary (nothing wrong with having fantasy creatures in a story) creatures walked together, including prey and hunter, a rabbit and fox. At that point I decided the author didn’t know much about the nature of the wild world (except cute fluffy creatures) and closed the book. If they are knowledgeable, they should know better and how silly this scene was.
Shame, as I like a good fantasy. However, for a fantasy to work, in its way, it must have logic. One might argue, even more than a non-fantasy book. Perhaps this develops, but the beginning didn't indicate this, and because of this I didn't get far.